Poems...come share your work.

[deedarino]

The Light makes Its presence known,
The warmth beckons, tempts.
Intrinsically driven to reach for the moon,
White Light, yellow Light? It matters not now.
Intoxicated, blinded, enchanted; Delusion?
Power undeniable.
In the end a need will be met,
It matters not which or how.
Fluttering forward
In spite of the consequences
It is the moth’s destiny.

[deedarino]

Your illusions delusions are touching
Until they aren’t.

[Morgan]

Silence speaks louder than words…

If you have nothing to say, than say nothing at all.
For silence speaks louder than words….
To pretend is pointless.
To be angry a waste of time.
The scars you leave behind,
Create pain, not for me, but for those who believe.
You see I do not believe,
I cannot, I do not want to hurt anymore.
So I trust no one and I believe no one…
So I appreciate what you have to say, nothing at all.
Morgan

[WomenMoveMe]

Okay, so I gave this poetry thing another whirl after I posted the only one I had ever written. I recently wrote another and vowed if this thread came to light once again, I would post.

Something Stirs Within

Echoing whispers in my soul,
something stirs within.
Yesterday's tortures left me for dead,
resurrected, I begin, again.

Dark and alone, I let no one in,
for fear of where it may lead.
A brutal penance for earthly sin,
life is not judged solely on good deed.

Torment and desire ravaged my soul,
left me shattered and on my knees.
Twisted, writhing, the luster of coal,
No choice but to heed their pleas.

My soul had lost it’s way it seems,
there was nothing there to inspire.
I no longer slept for fear of dreams,
was this my heart’s desire?

It is, as though fate was calling me,
to a world of shadow and night.
It swallowed me whole, my heart enslaved,
To weary to brave the fight.

[~ocean]

Uof M instilled ... ty for sharing

[UofMfan]

Originally Posted by ~ocean

Uof M instilled ... ty for sharing

Excuse me?

[~ocean]

ur thoughts r instiiled

[Gemme]

Originally Posted by ~ocean

Uof M instilled ... ty for sharing

Originally Posted by UofMfan

Excuse me?

Originally Posted by ~ocean

ur thoughts r instiiled

Maybe WMM?

Did you post in here UofMfan?

*confused*

[WomenMoveMe]

Thoughts of her provoke me,
choke me, cloak me,
my soul can barely breathe.

Visions of her torment me,
tempt me, they empty me,
Oh how my body bleeds.

Utterances entrance me,
romance me, take chance with me,
their intent only to deceive.

Animosity surrounds me,
confounds me, abounds in me,
inflicting wounds you can't conceive.

Tasting life evades me,
shades me, downgrades me,
will it ever be mine to retrieve?

[deedarino]

The beauty of your breath swirls, spins, entwines
Disclosing desire without words
Inhaling soul and breathing fire
Melting inhibition and resistance, futile
Sighs permeate, infiltrate, saturate
Whispered permission evokes surrender
Drawn to the depths, tempest released
Gasping for sustenance, intimacy, connection…

Harmonic chants recede
Beckoned home, awaiting the inevitable
When memory stirs the beauty
Etched by breath

[WomenMoveMe]

It Wasn’t Supposed to Be Like This

It wasn’t supposed to be like this,
held captive in a life long lost.
Struggling to summon her voice, her face,
warm remembrance given way to frost.

She left me on a winter’s day,
though she’d left me long before.
To weak to let her find her way,
begging she stay a minute more.

Mired in guilt and dark despair,
heart slaving to overcome.
Days and nights grew into one,
not living, nothing but numb.

No, it wasn’t supposed to be like this,
a heart left caged and unattended.
A grievous wrong was done that day,
leaving another forever suspended.

[kittygrrl]

Between Worlds~
I often find myself undone
By things beyond my control
Like slipping on ice
On a autumn day
Feeling the icy wind
Brush my cheeks
And wondering
If I can pick myself up
When suddenly your
hand appears
warm to my cold fingers
Your breath on my neck
as you laugh
at my awkwardness
and hugging me closer
whisper
“You’re most beautiful
when you need me..”

[deedarino]

Mind Dance

Beautiful words as constant as breath
Seep into my thoughts, permeate my mind
Intoxicated, I float, weave…crave. Need.
A soul to surrender with self-inflicted restraints
Drawn to the altar; haven or sacrifice?
Silence awakens me from this dream, balance flees
Ancient instincts conflict with this life’s lessons learned
Bound to the wisdom that has been my path
Words are only words, even the most beautiful
Until spoken again…

[deedarino]

As a gallant heart begins the descent
A mysterious song begins to stir…
“Deeper” she whispers… it is where I am
There is such beauty here, only she knows.
But as the path darkens, bravery wanes
Stifling the air, now thinned with fear.
Destruction lived here,
Scattered remnants of a broken life evident…
And faced with their own debris of battles won and lost
Visions of beauty transform into instincts of salvation…
…withdraw is protection for only one.

Resolution in her veins, intention in her soul
She finds a hiding place, deeper than the one before.
And welcomes the distance that stills the noise
So she can still hear
Her beauty unsung

[Hollylane]

My first attempt at Gogyohka:
• 5 lines of free verse
• No set syllable pattern
• Short & succinct lines, governed by the duration of a single breath
• Captures an idea, memory, observation or feeling in a few compelling words


I think I may have missed the mark on "succinct"...

Anyway...Here it is:



Is what you are experiencing
Through lengthy conversations
With eagerly parted lips
enough to know both the satiation and the hunger
of wholehearted love?

[Hollylane]

A second attempt at Gogyohka:


From the dock
A tether breaks free from the mooring
Adrift on a torpid lake
The empty vessel is floating into the dawn
And there is no one left to bear witness from the shore.

[Kast]

Forgive me my poet friends, I woke up tired, only 2 sips of coffee yet and I'm not even sure what I want to say. Upon speaking with a poet friend and asking the thread leader to be able to have a place where we could ask questions, comment on, bring in some of the Masters... well, basically talk about any aspect of poetry and writing included, (your input needed here - what would you like to see more of?) This thread already being here and our hostess, being so gracious, well - come join us?

For a little fun and to bring in some of the works of the Masters for discussion - my girlfriend found this site that tells you who you might write like. You just plug in a piece of your poetry or writings and it analyzes it (which I haven't done yet), it is at:

http://iwl.me/

I read through the first 3 pages of this thread and of course, there are very many excellent poems posted there which I will bring some more in, but noticed a poet named "Womenmoveme" who said that they'd only written three poems ever and posted them there. I was very impressed with all three.

Originally Posted by WomenMoveMe

Not much of a poet, not certain I get it really. However, I suppose most all of us give it a whirl at some point in our lives. This was my one and only attempt:

A Beauty Unsurpassed


With a beauty unsurpassed by any,
that’s how our love should have grown,
but I took advantage with my selfish ways,
oh if only I could have known.

That I would so soon, yearn to touch your hair,
and feel the blessedness of your smile,
to once again enrapture your laughing heart,
and this time keep it laughing all the while.

For childish reason I disowned your love,
for a pain of which you knew naught,
oh if only I could have known back then,
the sheer joy your love could have brought.

So bestow me your sincerest forgiveness,
although your word values more than my worth,
and our lives shall grow together as one,
as our love regains strength in rebirth.

Out of curiosity's sake, I cut and pasted their piece into the analyzer, it says this person writes like H. P. Lovecraft. I will go look at H. P. Lovecraft's work now. I don't know if "Womenmoveme" is still around, but you have a natural talent for poetry and I want to encourage you to keep writing. You're very good IMO, especially for a beginner!

[Kast]

"H.P Lovecraft is best known for his stories of the macabre. He was born in Providence Rhode Island, where he lived with his two elderly aunts for a good part of his life. He died in 1937 at the age of forty-seven."

"Where Once Poe Walked
by H. P. Lovecraft

Eternal brood the shadows on this ground,
Dreaming of centuries that have gone before;
Great elms rise solemnly by slab and mound,
Arched high above a hidden world of yore.
Round all the scene a light of memory plays,
And dead leaves whisper of departed days,
Longing for sights and sounds that are no more.

Lonely and sad, a specter glides along
Aisles where of old his living footsteps fell;
No common glance discerns him, though his song
Peals down through time with a mysterious spell.
Only the few who sorcery's secret know,
Espy amidst these tombs the shade of Poe."

[Estella]

Okay, I do not pretend to be a poet. But at the hotel where I work, I sometimes find myself faced with the need to creatively attract clients who might otherwise choose another hotel. So I do what I can. Following is something I wrote for a potential client in an effort to land a big incentive trip. Don't laugh - this works. And if you work at Insulate America, I hope you had a good time.



Greetings to you from Boston, the land of the Cutthroat Cod
Where even a seasoned fisherman might find it somewhat odd
That an unassuming flounder can be more than it really seems -
For Bostonians think they’re heaven, with coleslaw and baked beans.

But here at Boston’s (insert hotel name here), we treat every fish with respect
And even a seasoned fisherman can be confident that he can expect
To see the doorman smiling, and to sense the housekeeper’s pride,
And to know when the waiter brings flounder, it will have lemon on the side.

The Cutthroat Cod, he beckons – that King of the East Coast Fish -
To welcome Insulate America, and to see to their every wish,
For even a seasoned fisherman, wise and wily as he can be,
Knows quality when he sees it, and perfect service – guaranteed.

[Kast]

Hi Estella, thank you so much for sharing. I liked it! I hope you got the trip? I liked the rhythm of it and think it's a near perfect horse ride (I read somewhere where the reader is on a horse riding and the rhythm makes the rider go up and down and that you don't want to toss the rider off the horse...). I'd have to read it out loud - but I think, it's perfect or near perfect with the syllables.

You write like James Joyce! wtg !!

(Got me craving a fish dinner... lol)